Bleu Edmondson

They call you the Killer, say your like a disease You got the world in your pocket but you ain't foolin me

There's a comfort in the cross On the hill above the town Something steady for the meek When it all

More road up ahead My radio still broken The spinning of the wheels and the fenceline lead my way Your

I aint got nobody, I dont have a bridge to build Better safe than sorry, mama, hide the sleeping pills Its

50 DOLLARS AND A FLASK OF CROWN I GRAB MY STETSON AND I PULL IT DOWN. I ROPE THE DEVIL

I still think of you and forget my name Forget the rules to this filthy game I'm still your fool and

I've died a thousand times since you left me And I stared down the barrel of a thousand loaded guns I

The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls One place,

I've got the western stars to guide me Dixie Sweet and low all night low I can hear those fiddles high

Look at us here, sittin around Pissed off at the world, pretending to drown A memory, and fix reality

I aint got nobody I don't have a bridge to build Better safe than sorry Mama hide the sleeping

It's a lonely road, it's a dead man's path It's a crazier ride, ain't made to last

Empty parking lot, half a cigarette I got it off the ground so its a little wet Im on the south side walking

Look at us here, sittin around pissed off at the world Pretending to drown a memory and fix reality Afraid

The Concho Valley's on fire tonight Spilling out into the street The blessed scream of a newborn